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Tweak says, "Apply directly to the forehead"

Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-16 19:53:00

Entry tags:

!complete, andy gallagher, day 04, lexie grey, location: church

Who: Andy Gallagher and Lexie Grey
Where: The Church
What: Lexie checks out Andy's injury for him
When: late afternoon
Rating: TBA but probably no more than PG or PG-13
Status: Complete

Lexie, with whom he'd only talked on the journal and could only hope was actually a doctor, said that she suggested only having one pill every eight hours. It had been early morning when he'd taken the last, but he had no idea how much time had passed since then. Probably not eight hours, even though his leg was starting to ache dully and itch. Lexie had said she'd come over and take a look which made him feel infinitely better. Martha was apparently missing and if that wasn't bad enough, he felt like a selfish dick for wanting her to be around just to have a look at the wound to see if he'd let it unintentionally get infected.

So, he waited. He was feeling a lot more "with it" than he had been earlier when Luna was there, so he could only assume that the Vicodin was wearing off. Lexie had said she was looking for a sewing machine which had, admittedly, freaked him the fuck out, but if she was planning on sewing him up, maybe that was for the best. Except for the part where Martha had said it was going to hurt so bad he'd probably pass out. That didn't sound terribly appealing. I'm not a fucking pair of jeans, man...this is gonna blow so hard.

The sound of the door opening caught Andy's attention and he sat up, looking over his shoulder. Hopefully it was Lexie rather than Luna returning. He didn't want her watching if Lexie was going to give him makeshift stitches. "Hello?" he called out, trying to peek around the pews from his spot on the floor unsuccessfully.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-04-16 07:37 pm UTC (link)

Lexie felt like she had a purpose for the first time since before she was dropped off in the woods. She could have been filling out charts, or watching surgeries, or being berated or artfully dodging George. However, she'd been wandering around looking for some hope of rescue or escape or comfort. Instead, she found comfort in her training now.

When she saw Andy asking questions about vicodin and mentioning he needed help, Lexie suddenly felt so very useful. She could actually do something. The idea almost seemed novel.

Following a trip to the thrift store, Lexie made her way to the Church. She'd found a sewing machine, and after breaking the bit off the end she was fairly sure it would do the job if she had to. It almost seemed barbaric, this thought of sewing someone up without anesthetic; but, what else was she supposed to do.

Kicking herself she realized she hadn't even seen the patient. For all she knew he had a scratch. Knocking on the door and poking her head inside Lexie looked around, "Hello? Andy?"

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brain_ninja
2009-04-16 07:49 pm UTC (link)

"Lexie?" he called back upon hearing an unfamiliar woman's voice. He knew, at least, that it wasn't Luna. That was a relief, which in and of itself felt weird to admit. "Up front. See the fire? I'm at the base," he replied. "I'd get up, but I'm kinda hurtin' right now, so forgive me for being kind of fuckin' rude," he added sheepishly.

With a little bit of effort, though, he dragged himself, walking his hands over the hardwood floor, far enough out so that he could peek around the pew with his head tipped back. She was upside down and he couldn't tell, really, what she looked like from the distance, but it did make him feel marginally better that she was dressed in scrubs. Doctor clothes. That was reassuring.